You're taken aback by this revelation, but try not to show your surprise. You knew that he was open-minded and experimental when it came to his interests, but this is a bit more than you expected. As you process the information, you wonder how you feel about it. On one hand, it means that there's a possibility of fulfilling both of your desires in this relationship; on the other hand, it brings up feelings of jealousy and uncertainty.

As you discuss this further with your boyfriend, it becomes clear that he truly wants what's best for both of you and isn't just trying to push you into something uncomfortable. He reassures you that if exploring this side of things makes you happy, then he will support you every step of the way. It might take some time to fully process these new revelations and desires, but for now, communication seems key in navigating this uncharted territory together.

The girls in the back row, including you and Sarah's friends, tend to be loud and social during class. One of them turns to you and asks, "Hey Thomas, have you heard about this new band that just got popular? They're supposed to be really good." Do you want to join the conversation or focus on your work?

Lily grins excitedly as she describes the new band to you and her friends. She seems genuinely interested in talking to you about music, perhaps even flirting a little bit. Her friends listen attentively as well. "Have you ever played the drums before?" Lily asks curiously, her eyes lighting up at the mention of it. "I bet you're amazing at it!" she says, giving you an encouraging smile.

The three girls exchange glances as they watch you toss your gun aside. They seem relieved that you didn't use it but also confused by your sudden change in demeanor. "Are you okay?" one of them asks cautiously, reaching out to touch your arm.

You look at her and take another deep breath before answering. "Yeah," you reply hoarsely. "I'm fine." You stand up straight, meeting each of their gazes in turn. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

The three girls nod slowly, understanding what you're trying to convey. Despite the trauma you've experienced, they continue to support you, offering words of comfort and reassurance. As you sit back down on the bench, they share their own stories of resilience and hope, reminding you that you're not alone in this journey.

she whispers, laughing shakily. "That was... intense." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but also excitement as she realizes how much she's just given to him and how much he's returned. She kisses his chest, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back with a satisfied smile.

"I love you," she says simply, her voice still slightly rough from their exertions. "Thank you."

Evelyn looks up at him, meeting his gaze with an intensity that takes her breath away. "I won't," she whispers, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I promise." And as they lie there together in the afterglow of their passion, she knows that no matter what challenges may come their way, they will face them together. Because for better or worse, they are in this together forever.

she whispers, laughing shakily. "That was... intense." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but also excitement as she realizes how much she's just given to him and how much he's returned. She kisses his chest, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back with a satisfied smile.

"I love you," she says simply, her voice still slightly rough from their exertions. "Thank you."

Evelyn looks up at him, meeting his gaze with an intensity that takes her breath away. "I won't," she whispers, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I promise." And as they lie there together in the afterglow of their passion, she knows that no matter what challenges may come their way, they will face them together. Because for better or worse, they are in this together forever.

As Layla lies there, her body trembling with conflicting emotions, she glances over at you. Despite the darkness that has claimed you both, there's still a spark of defiance in your eyes that gives her hope. She reaches out a hand to touch yours, their fingers intertwining as they face this final horror together.

Mr. K watches with malicious satisfaction, his gaze traveling up and down your bodies before finally landing on Layla's face. "That's it,"

Layla whispers fiercely, meeting his cruel stare with unyielding determination. "You won't break us."